Heaven is apocryphal

Via Rico's mother (and where did you think he got his sense of humor?), this splendid joke:

The day finally arrives when Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is met at the Pearly Gates by Saint Peter himself. The gates are closed, however, as Forrest approaches. Peter said: "Well, Forrest, it's certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must inform you that the place is filling up fast, and we've been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The tests are fairly short, but you need to pass before you can get into Heaven."
Forrest responded: "It shore is good to be here, Saint Peter. I was looking forward to this. Nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. Sure hope the test ain't too hard; life was a big enough test as it was."
Peter went on: "Yes I know, Forrest, but the test I have for you is only three questions.
First: What days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God's first name?"
Forrest goes away to think the questions over.
The first thing the next morning, Peter returns to the gate to find Forrest already there waiting for him. Peter smiles warmly and said: "Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers."
Forrest said: "Well, the first one, how many days of the week begin with the letter 'T'? Shucks, that one's easy. That'd be Today and Tomorrow.
The saint's eyes open wide: "That's not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I didn't specify, so I give you credit for that answer. How about the next one: How many seconds in a year?"
"Now that one's harder" says Forrest. "But I thunk and thunk about that and I guess the only answer can be twelve."
Astounded St. Peter said: "Twelve! Twelve! Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"
Forest said: "Shucks, there gotta be twelve: the second of January, the second of February, the second of March....."
"Hold it," Peter interrupted. "I see where you're going with this, and I guess you're right. It wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I'll give you credit for that one, too. Let's go on with the next and final question. Can you tell me God's first name?"
Forrest replied, "Andy."
"Okay, okay," said a frustrated gatekeeper, "I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but how in the world did you came up with the name Andy as the first name of God?"
"That was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I learned it from the hymn: 'Andy walks with me, Andy talks with me, Andy tells me I am his own...'"